Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.